Steele Into Your Heart by Rie Warren: Blog Tour & Giveaway
Reft by Libby Austin: Release Launch
They Call Me Crazy by Kelly Stone Gamble: Sale Blitz & Giveaway
Steele: Into Your Heart
Brodie Steele is a badass MC dude. Ashe Kingston is a sexy police officer with an attitude. Their bad blood runs deep. But after they hook up at a wild biker week, can they keep their pact? What happens at Bike Week stays at Bike Week. Yeah, right. Riding out the rough years following a family tragedy, Brodie is still trying to put his life back together when he finds something he never expected with Ashe. She annoys the ever lovin’ hell out of him, and turns him on so much he can’t see straight. He keeps coming back for more.Ashe isn’t just a hard-nosed police officer. And she wants no part of Brodie outside of their no-strings-attached fling. There’s no way he’s settling-down material but he’s hard to resist with his inked sleeves and rebellious ways, not to mention piercings in places that make Ashe melt. Brodie Steele is dangerous, delicious, and suddenly determined to have her.If there’s anything more risky than laying his heart on the line for this sexy woman, it’s Ashe’s job. It puts her life in danger in a way he can’t possibly protect her from. Can their hot bond win out over the bad blood of years past? Or will Ashe be taken from Brodie before she lets him into her heart?
CAROLINA BAD BOYS SERIES
Stone: At Your Service (Book
Love: In the Fast Lane (Book
RIDE, the complete
New Adult novella featured in Stone.
Steele: Into Your Heart
NEXT IN SERIES:
CHROME, WITH A HEART FORGED
IN STEELE. Book #4.
The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Coming summer 2015.
We found a nice side-by-side spot for our bikes, and I slid off mine. Before Ashe got off her bitchin’ black Triumph, I grasped her face between my palms. Leaning down, I sealed my mouth to hers. Warm, soft, and pliable, her lips opened at my lick. A deep tangle of tongues trailed from her mouth into mine, and we made out in the parking lot for good long while.
I unclasped her helmet as I took another slow taste of her mouth. Sleek and soft, wet and hot, Ashe met me with strong lunges of her own. Her head slanted beneath my fingertips. The new angle and hot dart of her tongue made me delirious.
She gripped my arms, spread her thighs, and hooked her boots behind my legs.
When my hard cock hit the juncture of her leathers, she broke off, moaning, “Oh, God, Brodie.”
Make her moan my name before her boots hit the pavement? Consider it done.
I straightened up and held my hand out to her. “Can’t wait to hear you say that when you’re naked.”
“Did I say evil?” She placed her palm in mine. “I meant evil incarnate. You’re a teasing bastard, aren’t
“Looks like a lot more than a little bit.” She stared at the straining bulge inside my pants. The seams were about to burst open, even more so with her appreciative glance.
“Got that right.” I felt smug as shit as I wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her to the hotel.
I was less than thrilled with the jackass in the monkey suit at the reception desk.
If the dude in the ugly maroon jacket with the “Hi, My Name is Ed” nametag didn’t stop staring at Ashe’s tits, he was gonna make real good friends with my fists. Then we could call him “Dead Ed”. Lucky for him, he handed over the room key at the same time Ashe drove her hand into my back pocket to grab my ass.
The pimply teenager valet-dude offered to take my two bags up on the wheely cart—probably looking for another
“I got this one, braw. But good effort. I like it.”
He grinned at me.
While we waited for the elevator, Ashe narrowed her eyes at me. “So you’re really a big softie.”
I leaned against the wall, crossed my arms, and stared at her through lowered eyelashes. A smile curled my lips. “Not sure who you’re callin’ soft.”
Her gaze darted to the obvious hard formation of my cock.
“My bad.” She tucked her pretty pink lip between her lips.
The elevator dinged, the door opened, and I grabbed her hand to pull her inside. “About to be very bad.”
As soon as the doors closed us inside the empty car, I hit the stop button. Ashe’s eyes flared silver and wide when I cornered her. I dragged my hands through the blonde hair she’d streaked in flirtatious pink, gripping it at the base of her neck. With one yank, I bared her throat. Her breasts swelled against my chest, and I bent to suckle the long column of her neck.
“Your goatee tickles.” She shivered.
“Good or bad?”
She rubbed my short whiskers with her hand. “Good.”
I sucked her skin hard, making sure to leave a mark on her neck. “Just good?”
“Really good!” Her voice rose. “Ahhh, really, really good.”
“Just wait until you feel it against your cunt,” I whispered in her ear.
Ashe rolled her hips forward to hit mine. She dug her fingers into my ass.
I cupped my hand against her mound. Her heat invaded my skin but too much fucking fabric was in my way to do her right.
“Fuck. Why aren’t you wearing a skirt?”
“Don’t do skirts.”
I ripped open the buttons on her pants and slid my fingers inside. A soft little trail of curls led to her plump wet lips.
“A skirt would be easier.” Slipping two fingers into her tight heat, I grinded the heel of my palm against her clit.
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“Humor, romance, loveable characters, and hot sex. Talk about one hell of a winning combo.” ~Hines and Bigham’s
“If you like the good guy who just happens to be badass, who’s not afraid to fall hard for the woman he knows is meant for him, then Josh Stone is at your service.” ~Literati Book Reviews
“Drama, a really hot sexy as hell Southern bad Boy, LOL moments and my favorite – romance authors UNCENSORED.” ~Lustful Literature
“If you want to laugh, cry and just enjoy yourself while reading a really great romance this is the book for you!” ~5 Rockin’ Stars, Twin Sisters Rockin’ Book Reviews
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a
breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavor, the Carolina Bad Boys series, is fun, hot, and southern-sexy.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the
sexiest smut around.
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An object at rest stays at rest and an object in motion stays in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. ~ Newton’s First Law of Motion
Brandon “Brand” Carmichael’s life was the stuff dreams were made of…too bad it was an illusion. As a guitarist for Inert Motion, Brandon traveled the world, performing with his brothers in all but blood. He never stopped moving all the while his mind played in a never‑ending loop. Now outside influences have changed the band’s course, leaving Brand’s life void of the balance he craved. Once again, his dream had become a recurring nightmare. Brand coped the only way he knew how; retreat into solitude.
The acceleration of an object as produced by a net force is directly proportional to the magnitude of the net force, in the same direction as the net force, and inversely proportional to the mass of the object. ~ Newton’s Second Law of Motion
Magdalena “Layna” Delacroix had achieved the long sought goal of her Ph.D. in Psychology, but success came at a high cost: over one hundred thousand dollars in debt. After being presented with the opportunity to fulfill her desire to help someone in the aftermath of tragedy, along with earning enough money to clear her debt and start a psychology practice of her own, Layna had to balance the means against the outcome. Could she be the force to stop the downward spiral of someone who refused to seek help?
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. ~ Newton’s Third Law of Motion
Neither Brand nor Layna expected the reaction they had to one another. It was the opposite of everything they sought.
Could Layna live a lie while pushing Brand to live in the truth?
Would Brand forgive her for committing the one unforgivable sin he couldn’t overlook?
Or was he branded by destiny to be Reft…
I faced Brand’s parents. The guilt of knowing I’d failed my best friend resting heavily upon my shoulders. There was nowhere else to turn. Brand had steadily declined over the last tour. None of the other guys in the band could figure out what was going on with him either. The more we tried to include him, the more Brandon withdrew; the more he withdrew, the more erratic he became. It seemed the only time he functioned was when we were on stage.
Rubbing my hand over my head, I confessed, “We just don’t know what else to do. We thought it was drugs or booze, but we could never catch him doing it or find it hidden anywhere. Then we thought maybe he was going through groupies”—I grimaced at the thought of talking to my friend’s parents about their son’s sex life—“even though that had never been his thing before, but he wasn’t taking anybody back to his room and he wasn’t going out. He’s not eating or working out. He’s lost weight.” I sighed and looked down, focusing on the pattern in the rug. “With the tour ending and him going home by himself, we’re worried.” Looking up, I met their concerned gazes. “And in spite of feeling like I’m narcing on my friend, I’m here because he needs help and I don’t know where else to turn or what else to do.”
Peter and Sarah exchanged a knowing glance before turning their eyes back to me. As her husband squeezed her hand, Sarah asked, “When did you start to notice Brandon’s behavior changing?”
I shook my head and said, “That’s just it, it was like BAM—all of a sudden he just wasn’t the same. Then Danelle pointed out that he started acting like an ass to her when she and Ty started to get serious, and he’s gotten worse as the rest of us have settled down with girlfriends and wives and stuff.
“It doesn’t make any sense. He always got along with Danelle when she was our publicist, so I don’t get why he would suddenly be a jerk…” I trailed off as I thought back over the past couple of years.
Sarah’s worried gaze found her husband’s once again, and he swallowed and nodded his consent. It was time.
One day some words came to mind, so I wrote them down. Soon the words became sentences, which formed paragraphs, which, in turn, formed chapters. Before long, those few words had become a book.
When I’m not reading or writing, I’m a wife, mother, and business owner. I’ve lived on both coast and few places in between, but as born and raised Southern girl, I’ll always believe there’s no place like home.
They Call Me Crazy
by Kelly Stone Gamble
Genre: Mystery/Women’s Fiction
Release Date: November 12, 2014
Cass Adams is crazy, and everyone in Deacon, Kansas, knows it. But when her good-for-nothing husband, Roland, goes missing, no one suspects that Cass buried him in their unfinished koi pond. Too bad he doesn’t stay there for long. Cass gets arrested on the banks of the Spring River for dumping his corpse after heavy rain partially unearths it.
The police chief wants a quick verdict—he’s running for sheriff and has no time for crazy talk. But like Roland’s corpse, secrets start to surface, and they bring more to light than anybody expected. Everyone in Cass’s life thinks they know her—her psychic grandmother, her promiscuous ex-best friend, her worm-farming brother-in-law, and maybe even her local ghost. But after years of separate silences, no one knows the whole truth. Except Roland. And he’s not talking.
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As a reader, my tastes are very diverse. I have a passion for the classics and love a good adventure. As a writer, I enjoy creating memorable characters that may be a bit eccentric, but experience life on their own terms.
In addition to writing novels, my work has appeared in a variety of publications including Red Earth Review, Tower Journal, Family Digest and Chicken Soup for the Soul. My fiction has won awards from Writers Weekly, Writers Courtyard, Women on Writing and the Ground Zero Literary Project.
I teach communications, humanities and literature at Southeast Oklahoma State University and live in Idabel, Oklahoma.